“You have nothing to worry about,” Cold promised sincerely, “because I won’t let you. I will never let that light inside of you fade, dear Mr. Poe.”
“Never?” Jimmy asked shakily, his hands locking onto Cold’s shoulders.
“I would sooner die than let you turn into a fiend like me,” Cold said, and despite the dramatic wording that may have seemed corny from anyone else, Jimmy knew he meant every syllable. “Your light reminds me that darkness... is not always the answer.”
“I love you,” Jimmy said, his voice almost a whisper. “I love you so much...”
“And I love you,” Cold replied without hesitation, and it made Jimmy’s heart swell. Something hot ran across his face, and Cold murmured, “You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Mr. Poe?”
“Yes,” Jimmy whispered, his cock throbbing in reply. Good, yes, that’s all he ever wanted to be. “I want to be good... I want to be good for you.”
“You’re always good for me,” Cold assured him, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “No matter what happens, you’re always going to be good.”
Jimmy whimpered, grinding his ass down in Cold’s lap. He was flushed down to his chest, asking urgently, “But, but what about when I’m not? I’ve been lying to my dad... and Maury... I was bad.”
“Then you need to be punished,” Cold replied huskily. “Let me take care of you, let me punish you, let me absolve you of all your sins... and I’ll make you be a good boy.”
“Please,” Jimmy pleaded, needing the promise of discipline to be fulfilled more than he could properly express. All he could do was roll his hips and beg, “Please, sir...”
Cold grabbed Jimmy’s sides to still him, commanding, “Take off your clothes and go to our bed. I want you on your hands and knees on the very edge... and wait for me there.”
“Yes, sir!” Jimmy leapt up from Cold’s lap, hurrying to their bedroom. He stripped along the way, leaving a trail of clothing behind him as he jumped into bed.
He got on his knees and froze, looking back over his shoulder at his clothes on the floor. He knew Cold really wouldn’t like that, and he jumped up to grab them and at least shove them in a somewhat tidy pile on the chaise at the end of the bed.
Jimmy hopped back into place, quickly lowering his head to the mattress and sticking his ass up. His heart was fluttering with anticipation, his fingers already clenching the thick comforter beneath him.
The air felt cool against his bare skin, his cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs. It seemed like an eternity had passed before he finally heard Cold’s footsteps approaching behind him.
Jimmy immediately relaxed when Cold’s hands slid up his thighs, squeezing gently.
“How many times did you lie to your father, Mr. Poe?” Cold asked firmly.
“At least five,” Jimmy said, a quick flash of shame curling in his stomach, “and seven times to Maury.”
“Twelve little lies,” Cold tutted, the tips of his fingers touching the base of Jimmy’s spine. “I think twelve spankings is a good start to your punishment, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” Jimmy closed his eyes, his entire body melting as he prepared himself for the first blow. He needed this so badly, he needed to be good.
Cold’s hand cracked across Jimmy’s left cheek with a loud pop, as he counted out loud, “One.”
Jimmy flinched, taking a deep breath as his skin stung in the most delicious way. The first strike was the easiest, although his body tried to move away. He held fast, gasping as Cold spanked the same cheek again.
“Two.”
This one burned a little more after the initial slap, but Jimmy breathed through it.
“Three.”
Jimmy jerked, groaning as Cold put more force behind this spanking. He gritted his teeth, his flesh starting to throb softly. He wanted Cold to switch to the other side, but he showed no signs of changing.
“Four.”
“Oh...” Jimmy whimpered.
“Five.”
“Oh, fuck!” Jimmy’s cheek felt scalded now, and he ducked his head down. His face was hot, seeking the cool fabric of the comforter to soothe him. His breathing was becoming more ragged, knowing he wasn’t even halfway done with his punishment yet and his thoughts were starting to fog.
